I held up my right hand, the warm cloth dripping into the bucket in my left hand. Nadine sighed as best she could."Is-is it tomorrow yet?" She asked h...arsely."Yes, sweetie," I started at the back of her neck and shoulders and cleaned as gingerly as I could. She couldn't go limp while reaching up over the pipe and her body strained, "It's a little after four." Lucy?" She pleaded. I understood. Our sister was in worse shape, if less depressed. Lucy was upstairs where she committed her twelve. Stewart never asked where he got the stuff and Cookson never volunteered any information. Last Christmas he found half of baked turkey breast and fresh greens. They had a meal fit for kings. Topped off with cookies sent from Woodburn’s wife, it was a very merry Christmas. Stewart shook his head. It certainly was a long way from Stanhope Manor, a long way. Early spring there meant green grass, flowers, and returning birds. Stewart smiled as he thought of the spring parties and the pretty girls. He said I looked hot, which made me feel more comfortable. We sat on his couch and talked for a few. I kept staring at his crotch, but being new to this, I didn’t know what to do. He looked at me and said “do you want it?” I said Yes. He unzipped and pulled out his half hard cock and started stroking it. I took it in my hands stroked it a little, used the precum dripping down it as lube. It was big, long and sexy. I could not wait any longer, I bent over and put his big dick in my mouth. As. At the same time the destroyers strike, twenty-one troop transports will depart their respective ships and make way for one of the compromised ships. Once onboard, they’ll secure key areas of the ship and stay in position until we reach the Warvyn shipyards.”“What about captains? How many are we going to need to promote to take command of the vacancies?”“Nine,” she said, tapping on her tablet and then sliding it back in front of him. “These are the ones I have in mind. They’re all good.